Well, this sucks

In the last fortnight, I've had to buy a new washing machine, and a new dishwasher. This was mearly a minor inconvenience, but yesterday I got a phone call I never wanted to take.

As my phone rang, I just felt something was wrong. It just didn't seem right somehow to be getting a phone call at that time of the day, from home, and on my mobile. My heart sank the second my ring tone could be heard emanating from the pocket of my slacks.

I reached my cold hand into my pocket, and slowly pulled my phone out, and grasped it in my hand tight, filled with dread and angst that I'd not felt since my youth, and the ominous walk home when you'd played out too late. I clicked the phlegmatic and stony key to answer the call, and the voice that met me on the other end was unexpected. It was my eldest. I could tell with the vibrato in his young voice that it was bad news. "Dad... Daddy" he said. "Daddy, the... the... the..." HE couldn't bring himself to say the words he knew would brake his Father's heart. He then plucked up the courage to finish his sentence, and did so in the most dramatic and climactic way he could; "the xbox is... is... BROKEN!!!"

Oh, god. Oh god no! As the phone dropped from my hand, it tumbled all most in slow motion, and was beaten to the ground by a solitary tear from my right eye. I could here my son's voice from the ground, devastated, dejected, and inconsolable. My brave little soldier had had to do something no three year old should have to do, and he did it bravely, and in doing so, earned his old Dad's respect. I was proud, really proud, but that didn't subtract from the fact that it was gone, and it wasn't coming back.

Losing a close friend is something you just can't be prepared for. Little Jimmy, that's what I called him, Little Jimmy was a great mate, he was always there, ready to cheer me up, never concerned with how bad a day he'd had, only ever concerned with entertaining me and the boy. Jimmy was a trouper. His little green smile made my day more times than I remember, and he will always be in my heart. Night and Bless Jimmy. Rest in Peace.

Or am I over-reacting?